clothes lazily drift to ground like falling leafs
cheeks rosy absorbing day’s end ray of sun
fresh air tantalizing aphrodisiac of season
desire spiced perfectly by cool breeze of autumn
tree bark rough against the skin of pressing hands
bird song, wind song, love song perfect harmony
our coupling au natural becoming with the forest
erotic work of art captured against eternity
bodies contented spent hold together like ancient roots cling to ground
pausing to rest we claim a bed of spongy forest floor
savouring sensuality enshrined in a musky memory moment
knowing entwined as one we knocked on Heaven’s door…
Anna
Sheila
You captured beauty of the earth, the moment, and the breath in this poem. Absolutely beautiful... Loved it...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Carole~
so is this vision within your poetic muse of romantic passion
Peace & Blessings
Vickie
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg